‘Famine’s Horse’-by Mohammad Hannan

He came in a wooden body and feet
crimson in color with legs convexly arched
that swung even in zephyr.
Some children played with it
nourishing it with their starve.
They blew it a new life,
It took ’em away in a journey to
Heavens of fairness and dreams,
Like a lullaby, a talisman of escape.
Indians have million Gods, and one of them,
God of hunger, cursed his usual curse,
So he was arranged for coals to cook,
The hunger out side there rising
Like the full moon.

Their father cut the horse with an axe
Like pieces of a cake.
Like a funeral amidst the dreams in
Amidst the tears O’ children O’ famine.


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